That Friar Angus Gale, the man who kidnapped Miranda, I remember that T[man said so. [Full text reading.] neΤ" The boy clenched his fists and said with some difficulty.

"Tell me at this time, so what do you and I want to do?" Luo Lan was looking at the map under the candlelight, his face calm.

"I, I want to ......" The young man opened his mouth, he really wanted Luo Lan to arrest Angus Gale, but after going through so many things, he also knew that dealing with such a person with a very high status could not be solved by just doing it, and there were many other things involved, even if there was real evidence, but in this situation, would the bishop do this? Before he could say it, he had already given himself a negative answer, and he couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, and lowered his head and said: " No, no, it's just me thinking nonsense, please forgive me. ”

Luo Lan couldn't help but raise his head and glance at him, and said, "Wait until I go to visit Brother Angus Gale and call your mentor in." ”

The young man walked out of the tent, walked up to Alfred with stiff steps, and spat out a few words mechanically, and when he was about to turn away, Alfred suddenly spoke: "Even if it is really him, you must have hard evidence, do you understand? ”

The boy paused, and walked forward again.

Alfred looked at him and shook his head.

There was a resentment and depression in the boy's heart, and he wanted to scream a few times to vent it, or rush to the camp and put his sword on Angsel's neck, forcing him to call Miranda out, but of course the crazy thought was only circling in his mind, and he was not really crazy yet.

At this time, a deep voice came from not far ahead: "What is in this wooden box?"

The boy raised his head, and in the light of the torches around him, he found that it was a burly man, who seemed to look a little familiar, and he thought about it, and the Locke butler beside him moved, and his figure flashed behind a tree trunk, and then poked out half of his head, staring at it closely.

The Templar swordsman in charge of the night watchman glanced at Locke warily, and saw that his clothes were of great value and he seemed to be a man of no low status, so he replied in a low voice, "You won't be interested, this is a prisoner." ”

Locke asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want to cover it with a black cloth?"

"We don't know. My lord. ”

A bold thought suddenly popped into the boy's heart. The box contained the man who called himself Maxim. If Angus Gale had a real connection with those people. So......

Locke knew he couldn't find the answer. One more glance at the large, strangely wooden box. Just when I was about to walk away. The boy immediately jumped out. He said loudly: "This person is a spy who has been caught by the Lord in the temple. Strangely alone. ”

Locke's footsteps suddenly faltered. But it quickly returned to nature. He turned back. As if casually, he said, "Strange?"

"yes. It's weird. The boy looked at Locke. His gaze stayed on him. Deliberately raised his voice a little: "He was caught with a golden floor mask. It looks very strange. ”

Locke stood there for a moment, then walked away without saying a word.

The young man looked at his back, he pinched the hilt of his sword, and then looked at the prisoner car beside him, his eyes showed a light of hatred and expectation, come on, come and save this person, as long as you are also caught, can Angus Gale still hide?

"I'm going to get him out. These were Locke's first words when he returned to the camp.

Angus Gale sighed softly and said, "Have you forgotten our plan?"

Locke said helplessly: "However, Maxim is our man, and his brother is the strongest in the qi system, if I know that I will not save him, the consequences can be imagined, so I must rescue him." ”

Angus Gale shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about whether Maxim is locked up there as you think, even if this is true, it will inevitably conflict with Landiston, don't forget that this is in the hinterland of the Council of the Dead, those guys don't know the identities of you and me, once there is infighting, our situation will become very dangerous." ”

Locke was silent.

"My lord, Brother Lantyston is walking towards here with a line of guards. Outside the tent came the soft whispers of the guards.

Angus Gale was slightly startled in his heart, and he said to Locke: "You should know what your task is, don't make a fuss, and I don't want to say it a second time, you should step back first, lest Landiston see something again." ”

Locke stood up sullenly and walked out of the tent indifferently.

The boy had been wandering around the prisoner's car not far away, turning in circles, he was waiting, but when he waited for two hourglasses, he did not see the other party's figure, which made him extremely disappointed.

The Templar swordsman in charge of the guard had already changed shifts, and the new guard seemed to be in good spirits, and they chatted, and the boy looked really hopeless, so he had no choice but to walk away, and he kicked out a piece of masonry in hatred, and cursed something.

"Smack!", the stone was accurately struck by a horsewhip, and the black widow's blue eyes looked even more mysterious in the half-light and half-darkness.

The young man was startled, and then said in amazement: "It's you?"

"Looks like you're on your mind," Black Widow gestured closer, gesturing

The faintly lit bonfire said with a smile: "Come, drink some wine, maybe you can get down." ”

The young man looked there, and just now he had been inadvertently attracted by the light of the bonfire, and hesitated, "I am a Templar swordsman apprentice. ”

Black Widow blinked, giggled, and said, "Really?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to have the meaning of belittling himself, the young man's face turned red, his head was raised, and he said, "Drink it." ”

But compared to the amount of alcohol, he was too far from the black widow, and it didn't take long for him to be a little smoky, he showed a painful expression, hugged his head and said, "Is there any way to make a person go according to your wishes?"

The Black Widow glanced at him lightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Then it depends on what this person wants." Her fingers flicked her smooth nails, and said softly: "Everyone has their own **, if they all vent it without scruples, then there will inevitably be chaos, so there will be many visible and invisible shackles on their heads, forcing them or forcing them to know how to restrain themselves, this may be external pressure, or it may be an oath, but as long as a person thinks that these things do not exist anymore, there is no more, then his ** can naturally be released, this is human nature." ”

"Yes, is that so?" The young man was a little disappointed, although Black Widow's words also made some sense, but he obviously didn't have the ability to do it, because he couldn't even release his own **.

"There is another way," the black widow looked into the young man's eyes and whispered, "that is, the temptation is big enough, if one gold coin falls to the ground, it will cause a small commotion, but if it is ten gold coins, there is a possibility of bleeding, if it is a hundred," after a pause, she said in an accentuated tone, "Then someone will pay for it." ”

"The temptation is big enough...... the young man muttered a few times, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up and nodded, "That's right, I understand." His expression told others that he already had an idea, and when he lowered his head, he said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

"Just a few words, don't mind that much. Black Widow waved her hand, the corners of her delicate lips twitching gracefully.

After Locke got out of the camp, he had been watching the prisoner cart from a distance, and he naturally understood Angus Gale's words, but fundamentally speaking, although the other party had some contact with him, this was not really his own person after all, and the angle of thinking about the problem and the starting point of interests were not consistent, and he had a reason to save it, thinking of the strong strength of Maxim's brother, he had palpitations.

But the reason why he couldn't make up his mind was actually because the prison cart had been covered with a black cloth, and he couldn't tell if it was a trap or if Maxim was really inside.

Suddenly there was a conversation ahead, and the young man he had met appeared next to the prisoner's car, and he said loudly, "My mentor ordered me to check on this prisoner." ”

The Templar swordsmen were obviously not suspicious, and they also knew that the young man had an unusual relationship with the Lord Bishop, so they lifted the black cloth and let the young man inspect it.

Locke hurriedly ran a few steps closer, looked in with wide eyes, as if to cooperate with him, the boy took a torch and shone it on the prisoner's face, and deliberately stayed for a while, he glanced at the night woods, and then quietly put down the black cloth, nodded at the Templar swordsman, "Thank you." ”

He walked towards the woods without looking back, praying in his heart to the god of light that his deeds would be seen by the man, and he held his breath and walked briskly to the back of a thick tree, where the grass was thick enough to hide his body, and he leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, listening attentively to the movement outside.

Standing in the distance, Locke's pupils contracted a few times, and he could see clearly that the person was indeed Maxim, and he turned around in place, he hesitated for a moment, and then took out a silver mask from his arms and put it on his face upright.

He then walked towards the cart step by step, at first he was walking slowly, but as he approached the cart, his speed began to grow faster and faster.

The Templar swordsmen in charge of the guards sensed that something was wrong, and one of them snorted coldly, "Who? Stop!"

But Locke didn't stop, his body quickened again, and a faint earthy yellow light flashed on his hand.

The two Templar swordsmen were about to issue a warning call, but Locke suddenly took a step forward, and actually rushed forward with great speed, and pressed his two hands towards the ground under the feet of several Templar swordsmen, and a funnel-shaped earthy yellow ripple flickered, suddenly spreading to a distance of more than ten meters, and all the Templar swordsmen's bodies stiffened, and the surface of their bodies was suddenly covered by a stream of sand and stones, and several people maintained their postures, as motionless as statues.

Locke gasped a few times, he snorted, walked over to the prisoner cart, and when he passed by a Templar swordsman, he suddenly reached out and punched, and with a "bang", the swordsman suddenly turned into countless sands and collapsed, as if his body was originally made of yellow sand, and the armor and clothes on his body were scattered on the ground.

Locke grabbed a bunch of metal keys, walked to the prisoner cart and opened the fence door, pulled Maxim out, and then carried it on his shoulder, but at this moment, a figure jumped out behind him, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Someone has robbed !! prisoner"

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